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The Tree & The Warren

by Brom Van Brunt

We had saved the Hunters; we (and Eragon) spoke to their Witch of the Withering Wood. The elf was filled with hate (Brom and the Hollow Spirit agree). We did discover information (maps and whatnot) that gave us a better idea of what the Karekedai know. Subsequently, we were ambushed by Shannigray elves, whom Eragon talked down. They took us to their leader, a satyr-like person who commands out of a treehouse village (Sendali). Sendali is visibly empty (emptier than it should be). Fathom (and Brom) were

Cassandra and Eragon came up with the great idea to conjure a chest on the ethereal plane to hid the keys of Daltavros in (literally) an otherworldly chest.

What a beautiful wedding /

Since destroying the Karakedai (and arriving in Sendali), the Hollow Spirit has been especially calm. And though the people of Tier Shannigray have continued to suffer, the land provides for them still.

That night, we were invited to the wedding of two young elves, of the bride who asked Rohrouk to walk her down the aisle in the stead of her late father. The ceremony was happy, despite the solemn circumstances, and Rohrouk in a way tied himself to the success of those two people.

Brom, as the party (and Fathom's antics) grew to be too much, escaped from the festivities to return to the Sendali library and search for information on the Hollow Spirit. To, of course, no avail.

The Tree of The Keepers (the Tree of Roysin)

Though everyone slept well to varying degrees, we gathered for breakfast before Rohrouk sought out the satyr-leader of Sendali to get "directions" to our next destination, the Tree of Roysin. He spoke of a river to cross, a place where forestals and other spirits would meet.

As the rest of the party had no idea to his late-night antics, Eragon suggested Brom check out Sendali's library. They queried the librarian, but again no information was found.

An attack!

We heard armor and clanking in the forest. Karekedai. As we scrambled to hide, Cassandra couldn't quite conceal herself -- even as we hissed for the mage to conceal herself further.

Eragon: it was a forest spirit, in the form of a mischievous raccoon.

We continued on, fearful but unscathed.

The Scarred

It took more trekking through the woods of Tier Shannigray before we came upon the Scar. Here, the forest was nothing but ash, burned away to nothingness. The Hollow Spirit within Brom wanted nothing to do with the ashen place, digging metaphorical roots into the ground and compelling Brom to flee that place. But we continued on. At the edge of the ashy ground was the river we had been warned about, and in it Rohrouk beheld a head of some creature. Hairless and lumpy, with a white bony arm reaching out from beneath the waters.

A voice called to each of us, taunting us from the dead. When he stuck his hand into the river (to part it with magic), a bony arm reached up to meet his. Sully's. There was grief, and for the first time, shame.
Sully: "I'm so glad to have you back. What's become of you? You need to stop? This isn't your nature?"
Brom: "This is what we are now."
Fathom had to carry Brom up and out of the river. When Brom escaped and shoved a hand back into the water to meet Sully's, it was the Hollow Spirit that wrenched Brom back and away (and into Fathom's arms).

"It was talking to the Spirit." To Eragon, to anyone: "I have to -- I need to know what the Hollow Spirit is." Cassandra was the one to respond, pulling her cards of power out to ask the fates.
Nothing. Nothing from Cassandra or her cards.

A tree...

As we continued onwards, we hear once again a group of Karakedai in the woods. The group took up hidden positions. I felt a tug on the greaves of my wooden armor; the same raccoon trickster pointed Brom to a nearby tree with a raccoon-sized hole. Throwing caution to the wind Brom ran for the hollow, and through some unforseen magic Brom shrank down to the size (Small) of a housecat to fit inside. Trusting, the rest of the party followed.

...The warren

The inside of the hollow held a doorway to what can only be described as a druid's home. Fancily decorated, we each took in the space as our "host" came inside behind us, shut the door, and slumped onto a plush couch. It called itself only "Trickster". It has been following our group, Eragon in particular -- "I'm your spirit animal, dipshit" (Notably, he breaks the fourth wall consistently). In a game of three-cups, Eragon was offered the key to the Tree of Roysin if he could correctly find the hidden pebble. Turns out, the Trickster was going to give it to us all along. And a few parting words (to Eragon) from Trickster: "We'll make a doom-driven out of you yet!"

It was not a few more minutes before we beheld Cass' vision: an island in the middle of a lake, with a giant tree with a door in the middle.

Dear Brom Van Bones

Sincerely, Sully

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The Tree & The Warren

What a beautiful wedding /

The Tree of The Keepers (the Tree of Roysin)

An attack!

The Scarred

A tree...

...The warren

Dear Brom Van Bones

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